This barely lucid, nasty sex-mystery with galore bends the laws of logic so severely, a pretzel would seem linear in comparison. To put it simply, this is Doris Wishman’s penis transplant movie. When Arthur (Juan Fernandez, a sometimes Wishman cameraman) abruptly strangles his fiancee, detective Bill Barlen (Larry Hunter) investigates by interviewing an assortment of nubile young women from Arthur’s past. One by one, they recount their sexual escapades with amorous Artie as detective Bill stares at their laps.

This barely lucid, nasty sex-mystery with galore bends the laws of logic so severely, a pretzel would seem linear in comparison. To put it simply, this is Doris Wishman’s penis transplant movie. When Arthur (Juan Fernandez, a sometimes Wishman cameraman) abruptly strangles his fiancee, detective Bill Barlen (Larry Hunter) investigates by interviewing an assortment of nubile young women from Arthur’s past. One by one, they recount their sexual escapades with amorous Artie as detective Bill stares at their laps.

This barely lucid, nasty sex-mystery with galore bends the laws of logic so severely, a pretzel would seem linear in comparison. To put it simply, this is Doris Wishman’s penis transplant movie. When Arthur (Juan Fernandez, a sometimes Wishman cameraman) abruptly strangles his fiancee, detective Bill Barlen (Larry Hunter) investigates by interviewing an assortment of nubile young women from Arthur’s past. One by one, they recount their sexual escapades with amorous Artie as detective Bill stares at their laps.